โหลดเพลง mp3 Holdin' My Own - Eric Church

Holdin' My Own - Eric Church

Always been a fighter scrapper and a clawer

Used up some luck in lawyers

Like Huck from Tom Sawyer jumped on my raft

And shoved off chasing my dreams

Reeling in big fishes
I had some hits a few big misses
I gave em hell and got a few stitches
And these days I show off my scars
With one arm around my baby
And one arm around my boys

A heart that's still pretty crazy
And a head that hates the noise

If the world comes knocking

Tell em I'm not home

I'm finally holding my own

I've burned up the fast lane

Dodging drugs and divorce

If I'm proof of anything

God sure loves Troubadour

Sometimes late at night

I miss the smoke and neon

Sneak out of bed grab a six-string

Play what's still turning me on
Like that tight old-time rock and roll

Or that right-down-home country gold
I miss blues and soul
But not more than I miss being home

With one arm around my baby

And one arm around my boys

A heart that's still pretty crazy
And a head that hates the noise

If the world comes knocking

What will I'm not home

I'm finally holding my own

Till I run out of time

I'm gonna spend the rest of mine

One arm around my baby

And one arm around my boys

A heart that's still pretty crazy
And a head that hates the noise

If the world comes knocking

Tell em I'm not home

I'm finally holding my own

And when my time on earth is done

I want they write it on my stone

I lived loved and died holding my own

I lived loved and died holding my own